VERSE 1:
Here's an introduction:
I only just walked up into the function
Thought it'd be like a party, it's more like an office luncheon
Half the people unnecessary, all of the dishes are scary
Think I'd get dysentery from these half-baked rhymes
So please don't make mine a real full plate
I'm sure I won't need armor if the crew's today's minds are crudites rinds, a full app tray lined with nothing good or better than these vinai-great lines
Bal-psalm 16:8 says not to be shaken
Maybe one MC's got a stake in
Making contagious greatness and creating cadence, but they betrayed us 'cause now all I smell is turkey bacon
Yo. And they'll just gobble it up
Robble-robble at McDonald's after paying for buds, and playin' the clubs. Saying that they're spraying the slugs
But I think they swallowed the meat 'cause slimy grease is all that's coming up

CHORUS:
Nytes. That's nice
Bring them rappers 'round and make 'em wanna rain rice
Married to the beat, beat it up, Ray Rice
You can duck and weave, I think my hook is too precise
Oh Nytes. That's nice
Spittin' writtin' lit, you make 'em wanna say it twice
Cold blooded, Rick James, rock you with the ice
It's a celebration, bitches, get'cha invites

VERSE 2:
Aye. Your handshake is floppier than a pancake
Can you stand straight, and get a grip of the damn plate?
Oh you can't bake? But you're promising me you can scrape
And, man, that's great but you've gotta discover Pam spray
So you can get that slick, to really flip that shit
You can't just pick conflict, when you can't spit that shit
Your wit is pitiful, and writs are conditional
You're minimal. Don't profess to attest that you're at the pinnacle
Alright, let's be nice. Take a step back and just think twice
No point inciting a fight
Count to ten, right?
Put down the pen, Nytes
I found my insight
The outlook ain't right
The crowds are all hyped
The powder ignites
The "POW" is in sight
Lay down the last rites, and...
What did you do? Where's your follow through?
Oh you moved on the next song? Well how good for you
Oh, you're headstrong? How is that wrong? You've gotta come through for your fans
Or are you just thick skulled? Trying to headbutt gold in a fatal endeavor to never remain unsold
BANGER! SMASH!
Don't knock your ass out before you pass out the music history might give a crap 'bout
I know you're able. Get off the fridge, time to sit down at the table
CHORUS:
Nytes. That's nice
Bring them rappers 'round and make 'em wanna rain rice
Married to the beat, beat it up, Ray Rice
You can duck and weave, I think my hook is too precise
Oh Nytes. That's nice
Spittin' writtin' lit, you make 'em wanna say it twice
Cold blooded, Rick James, rock you with the ice
It's a celebration, bitches, get'cha invites